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Low stir of leaves and dip of oars And lapsing waves on quiet shores.
John Greenleaf Whittier
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John Greenleaf Whittier
Age: 84 †
Born: 1807
Born: December 17
Died: 1892
Died: September 7
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Haverhill
Massachusetts
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Rest if you must, but never quit.
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The age is dull and mean. Men creep, Not walk with blood too pale and tame To pay the debt they owe to shame Buy cheap, sell dear eat. drink, and sleep down-pillowed, deaf to moaning want Pay tithes for soul-insurance keep Six days to Mammon, one to Cant
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I dimly guess, from blessings known, of greater out of sight.
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What miracle of weird transforming Is this wild work of frost and light, This glimpse of glory infinite?
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Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.
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Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease Sing the song of great joy that the angels began, Sing the glory to God and of good-will to man!
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Nothing before, nothing behind The steps of faith Fall on the seeming void, and find The Rock beneath.
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They who wander widest lift No more of beauties' jealous veils, Than they who from their doorways see The miracle of flowers and trees.
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Love hath never known a law beyond its own sweet will.
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What is good looking, as Horace Smith remarks, but looking good? Be good, be womanly, be gentle,-generous in your sympathies, heedful of the well-being of all around you and, my word for it, you will not lack kind words of admiration.
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Falsehoods which we spurn today, were the truths of long ago.
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And light is mingled with the gloom, And joy with grief Divinest compensations come, Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom In sweet relief.
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The green earth sends her incense up. From many a mountain shrine From folded leaf and dewey cup She pours her sacred wine.
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Better heresy of doctrine than heresy of heart.
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Flowers spring to blossom where she walks The careful ways of duty Our hard, stiff lines of life with her Are flowing curves of beauty.
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Time is hastening on, and we What our fathers are shall be,-- Shadow-shapes of memory! Joined to that vast multitude Where the great are but the good.
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Clothe with life the weak intent, Let me be the thing I meant.
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The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
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Once more the liberal year laughs out O'er richer stores than gems or gold: Once more with harvest song and shout Is nature's boldest triumph told.
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Children have neither past nor future - they rejoice in the present.
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